We’ve had to follow once again/They’ll let sheep in we won’t question how we can salvage what we’ve lost so that we’ve got is only torn apart/Hold one show one let one fall down/Thee good of all system unwound but spools ‘n’ shawls ‘n’ wool won’t lie/Sometime tonite shepherds all ask for wine but we’re stuck sucking air gets stale/Will a sheep boy turn soon as we’re frail?
& situation only sets us up when even setting straight is not enough
Waves they pound, won’t sink down +Our captain screams his thirst he will drink until he drowns
On my word, overboard -Who will save those who don’t have a story worthy to record?
Breaks the skin, herd them in +How could they answer our prayers if they commit the greater sin?
Flock is lost, not worth cost -The ship is calm seas unfair not wrong can’t let ourselves be tossed
Storms gone by, satisfied +All those whom we embrace are all washed up upon the shoreline
Pull us thru, escape to -The calmest place isn’t with you unless we’re underneath the blue
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021